harum animal slut

Having been deemed the least worthy of all the Harem, the conquering Sultan hadn’t disposed of us as he had the others. The youngest among us were taken for his Harem, a good thing, at best, while the ones deemed unsuitable were given to his Royal Guard for their use, all of them soon literally torn apart by the soldiers repeated assaults. But we two, Sari and I, were given to his Grand Vizier, an alchemist, for his unorthodox and ungodly experiments.
We were shackled together in the corner of his lab, only seeing one other person a day for the first two days, the man being a slave who came once a day to attend to our bodily needs, giving us food and water, and a pan to use as a toilet. We were scared, but could do nothing.
After a couple of days, the Vizier came down alone, escorted only by two huge mastiffs, each of them more wolf-like than any dog I had ever seen. He spoke a command and they each sat attentively in the corner opposite us..
“Now,” he said, as if to himself, breaking out a huge, leather bound tome. “we shall see how this Work will come along.”
Opening vials that were on the shelves above the work table, he began pouring things out into a small bowl, then added a handful of grainlike stuff from a nearby bag. He put the bowl on the floor, and said, “Charon!” and one of the dogs came forth, the other remaining at attention.
The dog that came forth eagerly ate what was in the bowl, snuffling and licking it all up until it was empty. Then, the Vizier turned to Sari.
“You,” he said, and walked towards us, key in hand. “here.” He unlocked her shackles and led her towards the center of the room. “Now,” he said, pointing at a low, padded stool-like thing that sat off to the side. “take that, and put it in the middle of this circle. It is for your comfort.” She did as she was told, without a word. He smiled, and added.. “I might as well tell you now. My dogs are very well trained, and if you so much as try to leave, or do anything else I don’t want you to, he—” he pointed to the dog who had remained at attention by the door. “—will kill you. Understand?”
“Yes,” she murmured.
“Very good,” he said. “now, get down over that stool.”
The thing he referred to was a very queer implement; it was about a foot or so tall, and was basically just a wooden rectangle with padding across the top. I wondered what it was normally used for.
“Bend over across the top of this, like so,” he gestured, and then pushed her shoulder down, so that she was forced over it, sort of. She lifted her head to look at him. Both she and I figured that he was just going to use us, just as the winning soldiers in combat did.
“Charon,” he said, backing away, “she is yours.”
Sari didn’t flinch when he said that, instead just bowing her head in submission as she realized that the ultimate fate was to befall her: she was to be given to his dogs as to a man, to be taken and used by them as a love-object. I shuddered, just thinking about it.
As I watched, the first dog, the one that had eaten from the bowl, approached her, his passions evidently inflamed. His manner confident and powerful, he sniffed around her, walking to her front so that he could sniff and lick her face, which he did. She gave a whine then, when his huge tongue came out and licked her cheek, and the Vizier said:
“Remember, dear girl, you had best do this willingly. If not, then I can have you tied, but it won’t be pleasant….and if you try to resist him once he has begun his embraces, he might hurt you, terribly…”
With such words as these did he keep her still, her palms flat against the ground, her fingers curled as if trying to clench the cold, unyielding paving stones.
After contenting himself that she was a fit partner, the mastiff moved around behind her, his snout moving closer to that area that men like so much. Once his nose was planted between her legs, she gasped out loud, her whole body shivering with fear and revulsion. When he moved up over her, his forelegs to either side, she let out a shrill cry and started trying to crawl out from beneath him. He growled menacingly, and she grew still.
“Careful, girl,” the Vizier warned.
She looked tiny beneath him, his huge furry body over top of hers. I could see the emergent tip of his manhood peeking out of his sheath, and was unsurprised to see that he was more fully endowed than any man I had ever serviced.
His pelvis mere inches from her, the rest of his cock became fully tumescent, sticking plainly forth at her sex, which was exposed to him by virtue of her positioning. His manhood was a fiery red, and fully two handspans long, if it was an inch. It was bigger around than my wrist, and I could see that it was strangely misshapen, the base of it bulging out further than a man’s did. I almost gasped in sympathy for her when the tip neared her sex.
“Good boy, Charon,” the Vizier coaxed, calmly watching the proceedings. “Gooood boy…”
The dog was now clutching her tightly about the waist, and, with a surprisingly dainty motion, pressed his manhood right up to her. I wasn’t sure that he had it in the right place until she cried out, and I saw the tip disappear, his body seeming to sink forward into hers. Then I knew; her violation by this beast was commencing.
I watched, fascinated, as he pushed the whole thing all the way into her, his penis disappearing smoothly into her body. First he easily inserted the remainder of the shaft, all the way up to the bulge at the base, and once that met her flesh, then he gave a vicious, brutal buck, forcing the entirety of the misshapen lump into her, causing her to let out a brief, shrill scream, after which, her body convulsing once, sharply, she went totally limp beneath him, her will fully broken by the penetrations of this powerful male animal.
Once their physical union was complete, he started thrusting animatedly, his hips jerking and bucking against hers. She just lay there and moaned, her fingers no longer trying to grasp at their phantom handholds, her face turned away from me so that I couldn’t see it. I wondered if she was feeling any pleasure, and then I saw that her thighs were stiffened as if in death’s rigor, and her toes were curled…
After maintaining this steady, arrhythmic thrusting for several minutes, he did something strange: lifting his right foreleg over her back, he dropped it over to her left side. Then, with a mighty effort, he lifted his right rear leg over her ass, stepping over her and turning away until he was facing in the other direction entirely. I had seen dogs do this before with each other, and knew that she was now ‘hung up’ with him, just as if she were a bitch.
“Goooood Charon,” the Vizier crooned, stroking his pet’s head. The wolf-mastiff just looked up at him out of squinted eyes, his ears back, his body obviously wracked with pleasure.
It was quite a long time before he was done, their coupling being a much more protracted thing than I had thought it could be. When he withdrew from her, he gave a little yelp, and I caught a quick glimpse of his thing as it slid from between her legs, all red and tender looking, and slick with their mixed juices. She let out an exhausted grunt, but otherwise remained still, his essence oozing out of her vagina.
While the Vizier fed the second dog from the same bowl, Charon went and sat down by the door, sprawled out on his side, his penis exposed to my view. He licked and licked at it, his huge tongue smoothing down all the hair around his mighty cock. I wondered what he tasted like, and if I would ever be forced to lick him that way….
“Alright, Suleyman,” he said, addressing the second dog. “Now it is your turn to attempt—” he glanced once at Sari’s dripping rear, then back to his prize dog. “—fertilization.”
The dog licked the bowl clean and then leapt up, not even bothering to sniff her ass before he mounted her, his cock erect and ready. She moaned as he gripped her tightly around the waist and pressed his penis to her, his jaws open in a snarl. With a whuff! and a grunt he found his place and pushed it home, his manhood invading the same precincts his companion’s had..
Suleyman covered her for maybe three minutes before managing to enter her all the way, the bulge at the base of his cock remaining outside of her body and exposed to my view during this initial session. Using just the shaft of his penis, he slid it in and out of her with great rapidity, his back arched tautly over her rear, his pelvis literally hammering her, over and over, the bulge coming only up to her lips before he drew back for another stroke.
Then, he could wait no longer; grasping her unresisting body even tighter around the waist with his forelegs, he rammed himself into her with violence so sudden that even I flinched, his whole thing, bulge and all, sliding almost effortlessly into her. She let out a single moan as this occurred, but was otherwise limp and insensible. Soon he was ready to step over her just like the first dog had, and he did. After stepping over her ass, he too faced away, looking rather happy, if plaintive. I just sat there, chained to the wall, watching as my harem-mate was defiled by dogs, a fate that surely awaited me, too.
While the second dog fucked her, the first got back to his feet and sniffed appreciatively at the air, as if trying to sense everything about what was going on. He then turned his eye to me, those dark orbs glinting with intelligence that seemed alien in a dog.
“Yes, Charon,” the Vizier said, patting the dog on the head. “but not yet. We must try this one out, first. Then we’ll go to her.”
The dogs covered her repeatedly that day; after the second was done, the first took her again, and they took turns that way twice more.